| Like the flight of a dead bird
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| My life is going out
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| Darkness is my mistress
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| At cold full moon nights
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| Only stars know my paths
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| I’m a wild wanderer of fields
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| Lonely trips in my realm…
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| Will you share this with me?
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| As I howl at night, the wind join my song
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| Helpless crying of the wild
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| Am I soulless, forever gone?
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| After a while I hear a voice
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| From the dark fields of the fall
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| It puts me the same question:
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| Shall I ever see the dawn?
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| The sun of the dawn?
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| The old symbol of all dread
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| Faithful son of the night
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| Too much bleeding, too much fear
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| But one’s death is other’s life |